He is a question of strength and mercy,

of wilderness and passion,

tight hugs and sweet smiles.

He is a survivor.

A bad liar.

He can take your breath away because

he is the very breath you breathe.

His name makes your eyes light up.

He can be the rain in your hurricane,

the spark in your fire.

His words can make your mind melt,  

or cause hell to freeze over.

His voice speaks to his authority,

the way he commands a room.

 

He is an enigma of intellect and humor,

of stubbornness and pride,

soft kisses and loud laughs.

He is a fighter.

A caretaker.

He can steal your fears because he's the very courage you seek.

His arms warm you up outside, in.

He can be the ring around your finger,

the blush upon your cheeks.

His faith can move mountains,

or cause trees to be uprooted.

His gaze arrests your attention,

the way his brown eyes radiate interest.

 

He is a perplexity of meekness and wisdom, of love and bewilderment,

kind deeds and arrogant action.

He is a confidante.

A keeper.

He can obliterate your sorrows because

he is the very joy you feel.

He dictates your thoughts.

He can be the song stuck in your head,

the melody in your choir.

His chiseled jaw could cut diamonds,

or his muscles could shape them.

His love motivates you to be better,

the way he demands only the best.

 

He never backs down.

He is swiftness and power.   

He is clever and cunning.

He is flaws and perfection.

He perseveres through the darkness, while pursuing the light.

He doesn't shy away from the failure,

but utilizes it to create his next success.

He is the truth in a book of lies,

the man in a world of boys.

 

He is a blessing.